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•Led by the ardour of the chase,
Far distant from his owa domain ; From where Garthmaelan spreads her shades,
The Glyndwr sought the opening plain. • With head aloft, and antlers wide,
A red buck roused tben cross'd in view; Stung with the sight, and wild with rage,
Swift from the wood fierce Ilowel flow.
A stranger pass'd Llanelltid's bourne,
His dark-gray steed with sweat besprent, Which, wearied with the lengthen'd way,
Could scarcely gain the hill's ascent. The portal reach'd-the iron bell
Loud sounded round the outward wall; Quick sprung the warder to the gate,
To know what meant the clam'rous call. .0! lead me to your lady soon ;
Say, -it is my sad lot to tell,
She long has proved sbe loved so well..
The menials look surprise and fear; Still o'er his harp old Modrod hung,
Aod touch'd the notes for grief's worn ear. The lady sat amidst ber train;
A mellow'd sorrow mark'd her look: Then, asking what his mission meant,
The graceful stronger sigh'd and spoke:. O could I spread one ray of hope,
One moment raise thy soul from woe, Gladly my tongue would tell its tale,
My words at ease unfetter'd flow! • Now, lady, give attention due,
The story claims thy fall belief: E'en in the worst evyhts of life,
Suspense removed is some relief. • Though worn by care, see Madoc hero,
Great Glyndwr's friend, thy kindred's foo; Ah, let his name no anger raise,
For now that mighty chief lies low! • E'en from the day, when, cbain'd by fate,
By wizard's dream, or potent spell, Lingering from sad Salopia's field,
'Reft of his aid the Percy fell;-
As if for violated faith,
Vindictive still for Hotspur's death.
Where winds the Wye her devious flood; To find a casual sbelter there,
In some lone cot, or desert wood.
He gain'd by toil his scanty bread ;
And ber brave sons to glory led ! • To penury extreme, and grief,
The chieftain fell a lingering prey; I heard his last few faltering words,
Such as with pain I now convey. . 'To Sele's sad widow bear the tale,
Nor let our horrid secret rest; Give but his corse to sacred earth,
Then may my parting soul be blest.'• Dim wax'd the eye that fiercely shone,
And faint the tongue that proudly spoke, And weak that arm, still raised to me,
Which oft had dealt the mortal stroke.
* With bitter taunt, and keep reproach,
He, all impetuous, pour'd his rago; Reviled the chief as weak in arms,
And bade him loud the battle wage. .Glyndwr for once restrain'd his sword,
And still averse the fight delays ; But soften'd words, like oil to fire,
Made anger more intensely blaze. • They fought; and doubtful long the fray!
The Glyndwr gave the fatal wound !Still mournful must my tale proceed,
And its last act all dreadful sound.
His eager vassals ranging wide?
O'er many a trackless mountain tried ?
Scorch'd by the lightning's livid glare;
And all its shrivell'd arms were bare.
(The thought in me was deadly sin,) Aloft we raised the hapless chief,
And dropp'd his bleeding corpse within.. A sbriek from all the damsels burst,
That pierced tho vaulted roofs below; While borror-struck the lady stood,
A living form of sculptured woe. With stupid stare, and vacant gaze,
Full on his face her eyes were cast, Absorb'd !--she lost her present grief,
And faintly thought of things long past. Like wild-fire o'er a mossy heath,
The rumour through the hamlet ran; The peasants crowd at morning dawn,
To hear the tale,-behold the man. He led them near the blasted oak,
Then, conscious, from the scene withdrew, The peasants work with trembling basto,
And lay the whiten'd bones to view !Back they recoil'd- the right hand still,
Contracted, grasp'd the rusty sword ; Which erst in many a battle gleam'd,
And proudly deck'd their slaughter'd lord. They bore the corse to Vener's shrine,
With holy rites and prayers address'a ; Yine white-robed monks the last dirge sang, And gave the angry spirit rest.
Note 6. Introduction.
How could I then his mandate bear!
Or how his last behest obey?
With him I shunn'd the light of day. • Proscribed by Henry's hostile rage,
My country lost, despoil'd my land, Desperate, 1 fed my native soil,
And fought on Syria's distant strand. * 0, bad thy long-lamented lord
The holy cross and banner view'd, Died in the sacred cause! who fell
Sad victim of a private feud!
Will, on a Friday morn, look pale,
If ask'd to tell a fairy tale. The Daoine shi", or Men of Peace, of the Scottish Highlanders, rather resemble the Scandinavian Duergar than the English Fairies. Notwithstanding their name, they are, if not absolutely malevolent, at least, peevish, discontented, and apt to do mischief on slight provocation. The belief of their existence is deeply impressed on the Highlanders, who think they are particularly offended with mortals, who talk of them, who wear their favourite colour, green, or in any respect interfere with their affairs. This is especially to be avoided
on Friday, when, whether as dedicated to Venus, with image of their most glorified saint.»—Caabluron's whom, in Germany, this subterraneous people are held History of Whitby, p. 33. nearly connected, or for a more solemo reason, they are more active, and possessed of greater power, Some
Stanza xi. curious particulars concerning the popular superstitions
A bishop by the altar stood. of the Highlanders, may be found in De Graham's
The well-known Gawain Douglas, Bishop of Dunkeld, Picturesque Sketches of Perthshire.»
son of Archibald Bell-the-Cat, Earl of Angus. Ile was
author of a Scottish metrical version of the Æneid, Note 7. Introduction.
and of many other poetical picces of great merit. He -- the towers of Franchémont.
had not at this period attained the mitre. The journal of the friend to whom the Fourth Canto
Note 10. Stanza xi. of the poem is inscribed, furnished me with the following
- the huge and sweeping brand account of a striking superstition.
Which wont, of yore, in battle-fray,
Ilis foemap's limbs to shred away, « Passed the pretty little village of Franclémont
As wood-knife lops the sapling spray. (near Spaw), with the romantic ruins of the old castle of the counts of that name. The road leads through
Angus had strength and personal activity correspondmany delightful vales, on a rising ground; at the ex
ing to his courage. Spens of Kilspindie, a favourite tremity of one of them stands the ancient castle, now
of James IV., having spoken of him lightly, the Earl the subject of many superstitious legends. It is firmly
met him while hawking, and, compelling him to single believed by the neighbouring peasantry, that the last combat, at one blow cut asunder his thigh bone, and Baron of Franchémont deposited, in one of the vaults killed him on the spot. But ere he could obtain of the castle, a ponderous chest, containing an immense James's pardon for this slaughter, Angus was obliged treasure in gold and silver, which, by some magic spell, to yield bis castle of llermitage, in exchange for that was intrusted to the care of the devil, who is constantly of Bothwell, which was some diminution to the family found sitting on the chest in the shape of a huntsman. greatness. Tlie sword with which he struck so reAny one adventurous enough to touch the chest is markable a blow was presented by his descendant, instantly seized with the palsy. Upon one occasion, a James, Earl of Morion, afterwards Regent of Scolpriest of noted piety was brought to the vault : he used land, to Lord Lindesay of the Byres, when he defied all the arts of exorcism to persuade his infernal majesty Bothwell to single combat on Carberry-hill.–See Into vacate his seat, but in vain ; the huntsman remained troduction to the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, immovable. At last, moved by the earnestness of the P. ix. priest, be told him, that he would agree to resign the
Note 1). Stanza xiv. chest, if the exorciser would sign his pame with blood.
And hopest thoa benco unscathod to go?But the priest understood his meaning, and refused, as
No, by St Bride of Bothwell, no! by that act he would have delivered over his soul to
Up draw-bridge, grooms, “what, warder, bo! the devil. Yet if any body can discover the mystic
Let the portcullis fall. words used by the person who deposited the treasure,
This ebullition of violence in the potent Earl of and
pronounce them, the fiend must instantly decamp. | Angus is not without its example in the real history I had many stories of a similar nature from a peasant,
of the house of Douglas, whose chieftains possessed who had himself seen the devil, in the shape of a great the ferocity, with the heroic virtues, of a savage state.
The most curious instance occurred in the case of
Maclellan, tutor of Bomby, who, having refused to acNote 8. Stanza iv.
knowledge the pre-eminence claimed by Douglas over The very form of Hilda fair,
the gentlemen and barons of Galloway, was seized and Hovering upon the sunny air.
imprisoned by the earl in liis castle of the Thrieve, on « I shall only produce one instance more of the great
the borders of Kirkcudbright-shire. Sir Patrick Gray, veneration paid to Lady Hilda, which still prevails even
commander of King James the Second's guard, was in these our days; and that is, the constant opinion uncle to the tutor of Bomby, and obtained from the that she rendered, and still renders, herself visible, on king a « sweet letter of supplication,» praying the earl some occasions in the abbey of Streanshalh, or Whitby, to deliver his prisoner into Gray's hand. When Sir where she so long resided. At a particular time of the Patrick arrived at the castle, he was received with all year (viz. in the summer months), at ten or eleven in the honour due to a favourite servant of the king's the forenoon, the sun-beams fall in the inside of the household ; but while he was at dinner, the earl, who northern part of the choir; and 't is then that the spec- suspected luis errand, caused his prisoner to be led forth tators, who stand on the west side of Whitby church- and beheaded. After dinner, Sir Patrick presented yard, so as just to see the most northerly part of the the king's letter to the earl, who received it with great abbey past the north end of Whitby church, imagine affectation of reverence; « and took him by the land, they perceive, in one of the highest windows there, the and led him forth to the green, where the gentleman resemblance of a woman arrayed in a shroud. Though was lying dead, and showed him the manner, and said, we are certain this is only a retlection, caused by the Sir Patrick, you are come a little too late; yonder is splendour of the sun-beams, yet fame reports it, and it your sister's son lying, but he wants the head: take is constantly believed among the vulgar, to be an ap- his body and do with it what you will. Sir Patrick pearance of Lady Hilda in lier shroud, or rather in a answered again with a sore heart, and said, My lord, if glorified state ; before which I make no doubt, the ye have taken from him bis head, dispone upon the papists, even in these our days, offer up their prayers body as ye please : and with that called for his horse, with as much zeal and devotion, as before any other and leaped thereon ; and when he was on horseback,
he said to the earl on this manner, My lord, if I live, have so much improved the country around. The glen you shall be rewarded for your labours, that you have is romantic and delightful, with steep banks on cach used this time, according to your demerits.
side, covered with copse, particularly with hawthorn. « At this saying the Earl was highly offended, and Beneath a tall rock, near the bridge, is a plentiful founcried for horse. Sir Patrick, seeing the Earl's fury, tain, called St Helen's Well. spurred his horse, but he was chased near Edinburgh
Note 15. Stanza xxiii. ere they left him; and had it not been his led horse
Hence might they see the full array was so tried and good, he had been taken.»—Pirscot
Of either bost, for deadly fray. tie's History, p. 39.
The reader cannot here expect a full account of the Note 12. Stanza xv.
battle of Flodden; but, so far as is necessary to underA letter forged! St Jude to speed !
stand the romance, I beg to remind him, that when the Did ever knight so foul a deed ?
English army, by their skilful counter-march, were Lest the reader should partake of the earl's astonishi- fairly placed between King James and his own country, ment, and consider the crime as inconsistent with the the Scottish monarch resolved to fight; and, setting fire manners of the period, I have to remind him of the
to his tents, descended from the ridge of Flodden to numerous forgeries (partly executed by a female assistant) devised by Roberi of Artois, to forward his which that village is built. Thus the two armies met,
secure the neighbouring eminence of Branksome, on suit against the Countess Matilda ; which, being detect- almost without seeing cach other, when, according to ed, occasioned his flight into England, and proved the
the old poem of « Flodden Field,» remote cause of Edward the Third's memorable wars in France. John Harding, also, was expressly hired
The English line stretch'd east and west,
And southward were their faces set; by Edward IV., to forge such documents as might ap
The Scottish northward proudly prest, pear to establish the claim of fealty asserted over Scot
And manfully their foes they met. land by the English monarchs.
The English army advanced in four divisions. On the Note 13. Stanza xviii.
right, which first engaged, were the sons of Earl Surrey, Where Leonel's convent closed their march.
namely, Thomas Howard, the admiral of England, and This was a Cistertian house of religion, now almost Sir Edmund, the knight marshal of the army. Their entirely demolished. Lennel llouse is now the residence divisions were separated from each other; but, at the of my venerable friend Patrick Brydone, Esquire, so request of Sir Edmund, his brother's battalion was drawn well known in the literary world. It is situated near very near to his own. The centre was commanded by Coldstream, almost opposite to Cornhill, and conse- Surrey in person; the left wing by Sir Edward Stanley, quently very near to Flodden Field.
with the men of Lancashire, and of the palatinate of Note 14. Stanza xix.
Chester. Lord Dacre, with a large body of horse, The Till by Twisel Bridge.
formed a reserve. When the smoke, which the wind On the evening previous to the memorable battle of bad driven between the armies, was somewhat disFlodden, Surrey's head-quarters were at Barmoor-wood, persed, they perceived the Scots, who had moved down
the hill, in a similar order of battle, and in deep and King James held an inaccessible position on the
silence." The Earls of Huntley and of Home comridge of Flodden-hill, one of the last and lowest eminences detached from the ridge of Cheviot. The Till, a deep Howard with such success, as entirely to defeat his part
manded their left wing, and charged Sir Edmuod and slow river, winded between the armies. On the morning of the 9th September, 1513, Surrey marched of the English right wing. Sir Edmund Howard's
banner was beaten down, and he himself escaped with in a north-westerly direction, and crossed the Till, with his van and artillery, at Twisel bridge, nigh where that difficulty to his brother's division. The admiral, lowriver joins the Twced, his rear-guard column passing with the reserve of cavalry, probably between the inter
stood firm; and Dacre, advancing to his support about a mile higher, by a ford. This movement had the double effect of placing luis army between King ard, appears to have kept the victors in effectual check.
vals of the divisions commanded by the brothers HowJames and his supplies from Scotland, and of striking Ilome's men, chietly Borderers, began to pillage the the Scottish monarch with surprise, as he seems to have relied on the depth of the river in his front. But baggage of both armies; and their Icader is branded, as the passage, both over the bridge and through the by the Scottish historians, with negligence or treachery.
On the other hand, Huntley, on whom they bestow ford, was difficult and slow, it seems possible that the English might have been attacked to great advantage many encomiums, is said, by the English historians, to
have left the field after the first charge. Meanwhile while struculing with these natural obstacles.
the admiral, whose flank these chiefs ought to have not if we are lo impute James's forbearance to want of military skill, or to the romantic declaration which attacked, availed himself of their inactivity, and pushed Pitscottie puts in his mouth, « that he was determined forward against another large division of the Scottish to have his enemics before him on a plain field,» and army in his front, headed by the Earls of Crawford and
Montrose, both of whom were slain, and their forces therefore would suffer no interruption to be given,
routed. On the left, the success of the English was ye! even by artillery, to their passing the river. The ancient bridge of Twisel, by which the English
more decisive; for the Scottish right wing, consisting crossed the Till, is still standing beneath Twisel Castle, a splendid pile of Gothic architecture, as now rebuilt by manière que marchent les Allemans, sans parler, ni faire aucun bruit
' . Lesqueis Ecossois descendirent la montagne en bon ordre, en la Sir Francis Blake, Bart, whose extensive plantations Gazetto of the Battle, PAN Eston's Ilistory, Appendix, vol. II, p. 436.
of undisciplined Highlanders, commanded by Lennox only of failing to support the king, but even of having and Argyle, was unable to sustain the charge of Sir carried him out of the field and murdered him. And Edward Stanley, and especially the severe execution of this tale was revived in my remembrance, by an unthe Lancashire archers. The King and Surrey, who authenticated story of a skeleton, wrapped in a bull's commanded the respective centres of their armies, were hide, and surrounded with an iron chain, said to have meanwhile engaged in close and dubious conflict. | been found in the well of Home Castle; for which, on James, surrounded by the flower of his kingdom, and enquiry, I could never find any better authority than impatient of the galling discharge of arrows, supported the sexton of the parish having said, that if the well also by his reserve under Bothwell, charged with such were cleaned out, he would not be surprised at such a fury, ihat the standard of Surrey was in danger. At discovery. Home was the chamberlain of the king, that critical moment, Stanley, who bad routed the left and his prime favourite; he had much to lose (in fact wing of the Scottish, pursued his career of victory, and did lose all) in consequence of James's death, and noarrived on the right flank, and in the rear of James's thing earthly to gain by that event: but the retreat, or division, which, throwing itself into a circle, disputed inactivity, of the left wing, which he commanded, after the battle till niglit came on. Surrey then drew back defeating Sir Edmund Howard, and even the circumhis forces; for the Scottish centre not having been stance of his returning unhurt, and loaded with spoil, broken, and their left wing being victorious, he yet from so fatal a conflict, rendered the propagation of doubted the event of the field. The Scottish army, any calumny against him easy and acceptable. Other however, felt their loss, and abandoned the field of bal- reports gave a still more romantic turn to the king's tle in disorder before dawn. They lost, perhaps, from fate, and averred, that James, wcary of greatness after eight to ten thousand men, but that included the very the carnage among his nobles, had gone on a pilgrimage, prime of their pobility, gentry, and even clergy. Scarce to merit absolution for the death of his father, and the a family of eminence but has an ancestor killed at breach of his oath of amily to llenry. In particular, Flodden; and there is no province in Scotland, even at it was objected to the English, that they could never this day, where the battle is mentioned without a sen show the token of the iron belt; which, however, he sation of terror and sorrow. The English lost also a was likely enough to have laid aside on the day of creat number of men, perhaps within one-third of the battle, as encumbering his personal exertions. They vanquished, but they were of inferior note.-See the produce a better evidence, the monarch's sword and only distinct detail of the field of Flodden in PINKER- dagger, which are still preserved in the Herald's College ton's History, Book XI.; all former accounts being full in London. Stowe has recorded a degrading story of of blunder and inconsistency.
the disgrace with which the remains of the unfortunate The spot, from which Clara views the battle, must monarch were treated in his time.--An unhewn column be supposed to have been on a hillock commanding marks the spot where James fell, still called the King's the rear of the English right wing, which was defeated, Stone. and in which conflict Marmion is supposed to have
Note 18. Stanza xxxvi. fallen.
-- fanatic Brook Note 16. Stanza xxiv.
The fair cathedral stormd and took, -- Brian Tunstall, stainless knight.
This storm of Lichfield cathedral, which had been Sir Brian Tunstall, called in the romantic language garrisoned on the part of the king took place in the of the time, Tunstall the Undefiled, was one of the few great civil war. Lord Brook, who, with Sir John Gill, Englislımen of rank slain at Flodden. He figures in commanded the assailants, was shot with a muskelthe ancient English poem, to which I may safely refer ball through the visor of his helmet. The royalists my reader; as an edition, with full explanatory notes, remarked, that he was killed by a shot fired from si has been published by my friend Mr Henry Weber. Chad's Cathedral, and upon St Chad's day, and received Tunstall perhaps derived bis epithet of undefiled from his death-wound in the very eye with which, he had his white armour and banner, the latter bearing a said, he hoped to see the ruin of all the cathedrals in white cock about to crow, as well as from his unstained England. The magnificent church in question suffered loyalty and knightly faith. His place of residence was cruelly upon this, and other occasions; the principal Thurland Castle.
'spire being ruined by the fire of the besiegers.
Upon revising the Poem, it seems proper to mention
the following particulars: Look northward with upbraiding eye.
The lines in page 75, There can be no doubt that King James fell in the
Whose doom discording neighbours sought, battle of Flodden. He was killed, says the curious
Content with equity unbought; French Gazette, within a lance's length of the Earl of Surrey; and the same account adds, that none of his have been unconsciously borrowed from a passage in division were made prisoners, though many were killed ; Dryden's beautiful epistle to John Driden of Chesterton. a circumstance that testifies the desperation of their The ballad of Lochinvar, p. 92, is in a very slight resistance. The Scottish historians record many of the degree fqunded on a ballad called « Katharine Janfarie,» idle reports which passed among the vulgar of their which hay be found in the « Minstrelsy of the Scottish day. Home was accused, by the popular voice, not | Border.»
The Lady of the Lake.
IN SIX CANTOS.
TO THE MOST NOBLE JOHN JAMES, MARQUIS OF ABERCORN, ETC.
This Poem is Inscribed,
BY THE AUTHOR.
The Scene of the following Poem is laid chiefly in the vicinity of Loch Katrine, in the Western Highlands of Perthshire. The Time of Action includes Six Days, and the transactions of each day occupy a Canto.
I. The stag at eve had drunk bis ill, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, And deep his midnight lair had made In lone Glenartney's hazel shade; But when the sun bis beacon red Had kindled on Benvoirlich's lead, The deep-mouth'd blood-hounds' heavy bay Resounded up the rocky way, And faint, from farther distance borne, Were heard the clanging loof and horn.
LADY OF THE LAKE.
HARP of the North! that mouldering long hast hung
On the witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan's spring, And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung,
Till envious ivy did around thee cling, Muffling with verdant ringlet every string,
O minstrel harp, still must thine accents sleep? Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring,
Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence kcep, Nor bid a warrior smile, por teach a maid to weep?
JI. As chief, wbo hears his warder call, « To arms! the foemen storm the wall,» The antler'd monarch of the waste Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. But, ere his fleet career he look, The dew-drops from bis tlanks hic shook ; Like crested leader proud and high, Toss'd his beam'd frontlet to the sky; A moment gazed adown the dale, A moment snuff d the tainted gale, A moment listend to the cry, That thickend as the chase drew nigh; Then, as the headmost foes appear’d, With one brave bound the copse he clear'd, And, stretching forward free and far, Sought the wild heaths of Vam Var.
JIT. Yelld on the view the opening pack, Rock, glen, and cavern, paid them back; To many a mingled sound at once The awaken'd mountain gave response. An hundred dogs bay'd deep and strong, Clatter'd an hundred steeds along, Their peal the merry borns rung out, An hundred voices joind the shout; With bark and whoop and wild halloo, No rest Benvoirlich's echoes knew. Far from the tumult fled the roe, Close her covert cower'd the doe, The falcon, from her cairn on high, Cast on the rout a wondering eye, Till far beyond her piercing ken The hurricane bad swept the glen. Faint and more faint, its failing din Return'd from cavern, cliff, and linn, And silence settled, wide and still, On the lone wood and mighty hill.